The Horse

A horse My faithful fjording Go into toy stable the day is over The little boy will come and stroke your neck. When a boy is a man he will Sit on the cart, but not load It too heavily And when you and he plough the field He will give you rest A slice of bread or an apple If the cart is full After shopping in the village He will get off and help you pull. When the day comes When you are too old He will set you free on a field of green grass. He will visit you often You will be glad and try to jump on ancient legs. The day will come when you can`t get up He will kneel beside you and give you rest. And when it is over Man and horse alone The man will cry for no one to see. You will become a star and shine on the man Who made you happy.